Stranded

I tend to write fics mostly in dialogue and with sarcastic humor. And it's unedited. You've been warned. Claire does NOT exist. This is also before the whole Brenda/Balkan bull shit.

"Alexis please come. You handled it last time so you can show Diane how to work it."

"She is fully capable of figuring it out on her own."

"You just don't want to go back there. Tropical paradise isn't good enough for the mighty Alexis Davis."

"That's not it."

"Then why?"

"Umm…" she sighs. "Fine I'll go. BUT I have conditions."

"Name 'em"

"Separate suites. Spa day for me and Diane. No GAMES…I mean it. And NO funny business."

"Aww… c'mon counselor I'm harmless."

"Yeah okay."

Sonny turns to leave, but turns back.

"Oh one more thing. Max is coming. I suspect that they'll want some time alone. So we'll have to find some way to occupy our time." He winks and leaves before she changes her mind.

Alexis arrives at the private airport. She is escorted to the tarmac. Sonny is already on board. He helps her in and grabs her bags.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

The door closes behind her.

"Where's Diane and Max?"

"They left last night. Something about wanting drinks with little umbrellas and alone time."

"Great. Just the two of us on a plane to your island. Fantastic."

"Am I sensing sarcasim Alexis?"

"What do you think?"

"It won't be too bad."

"I highly doubt that."

The flight takes off as silence rules the cabin. After an hour or so, Alexis grabs the phone on the plane.

"Sam? How's everything going? How's the girls?"

"Everyone's good Mom. Just like it was when you called an hour and a half ago."

"Ok good. I'll let you know when we land."

"OK. Love you. Bye."

Alexis turns to Sonny. "You want to call any body?"

"Naw I'm good."

Alexis sits back down. She's as far away from Sonny as possible.

"Must you sit all the way over there?"

"I'm quite comfortable over here thank you."

Sonny rolls his eyes.

"What?"

"After all these years you still don't trust me. Hell I bet you don't even like me very much."

"That's not true and you know it. We get along fine where our daughter is concerned."

"Don't you mean daughters?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You and I both know exactly what I'm talking about."

She shakes her head.

"How?"

"How I figured it out? Let's just say that after Kristina, I learned how to count."

"You never said anything."

"Neither did you."

"Why?"

"I could ask you the same."

"Touche."

Things get quiet.

"Alexis? Why?"

"I….."

Turbulence and a sudden dive of the plane leave them reeling….literally.

"Sonny!"

"Alexis! Hold on!"

The plane crash-lands on a tropical island. The pilot died upon impact. Sonny and Alexis are therefore the sole survivors. Both were knocked unconscious. For such a bumpy landing, the fact that most of the plane is intact is quite miraculous.

Sonny stirs first. It takes him a few minutes to get his bearings. He struggles to get to his feet.

"Alexis? Alexis where are you?"

He starts trudging through the debris. Alexis starts coughing.

"Lex?"

"Son…Sonny?"

He reaches her and discovers that she is trapped under a fair amount of debris.

"You ok?"

"Besides being stuck in a bunch of crap? I think so. Now get me outta here."

After several long minutes, Sonny is able to free Alexis.

"You sure you're ok?"

"Pretty sure…. Where the hell are we?"

"Do I look like a GPS? I got no freaking clue."

""Don't snap at me. I'm not the one who insisted we go to your stupid island for some stupid labor dispute that you probably made up."

"Why would I make it up?"

"I don't know. To get me alone. You've been actively trying to suck me back into your life for months now…. I swear if I find a dress on the bed when we get there I will slap you upside your head to try to knock some damn sense into you…. I mean does that usually work for you….don't answer that."

"You done?"

"For now."

"Good. Let's go find some help and a phone."

"Lead on, Mr. Sir."

Sonny rolls his eyes.

"Have you been hanging out with Spinelli again."

"Maybe. He's got real cute nicknames for people."

"Your nickname may be cute Goddess Mother, but mine is not."
"Oh c'mon. You should love your name. It pretty much says you're the 'alpha male.'"

"Do you think I'm the 'Alpha Male?"

"You're arrogant, egotistical, territorial, controlling, stubborn….so yeah it fits."

"You say territorial, I say protective. As for being arrogant and egotistical, I'm just confident with most things."

"Most things? I highly doubt Sonny Corrinthos lacks confidence with anything."

"I'm never confident with anything that has to do with you."

"Yeah ok Casanova."

"Don't ask questions you don't want answered."

"Oh I have a bunch of questions I'd like answered."

"Shoot…er.. I mean ask away."

"True or false. You made up the labor dispute."

"False. Although I may have exaggerated slightly. True or false: You were afraid that Molly was mine."

"No. The opposite actually. I knew she was… and I was glad. When was it that you realized it?"

"Before she was born. I had Kristina and she said she was gonna have a baby brother or sister in the beginning of November. So I counted back and figured it out. Would you ever tell me she was ours?"

"I don't know. I would hope that I could actually get the words out of my mouth without the fear of how you'd react engulfing me."

"I almost told you that I knew."

"When?"

"When she was born in the tunnel. I wouldn't leave you. By the time I worked up the courage to tell you, you were unconscious. I did say it. I promised you I'd take care of our girls for you. Said the sane thing when you were in the coma when you had cancer."

"Sonny we have a serious problem."

"Yeah miscommunication."

"No that's not what I meant. Look where we are."

"The other side of the island."

"Exactly. There's no one else."